Pulling back, he touches the flower in her hair. “When I saw this,” he rasps, “I knew that I’d waited too long.” Her breath hitches. “Too long for what?” “To tell you what you mean to me.” Emotion clogs her throat. “Nathaniel—” “Tomorrow, that plane,” he whispers. “It’s not how I lose you.” Her head spins. Her heart pounds against her sternum. “It’s not?”
